O, from what power hast thou this powerful might...
Sonnet 150O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantize of skill That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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How
come you have such huge power over me with such inadequate tools? You make me say
ridiculous things, like that you’re beautiful. You make bad things seem good so
that even the cesspit that’s your life seems like a shining example to me. How
did you learn to make me adore you more the more I see reasons not to?
Well, you shouldn’t despise me because I love what no-one else will. Don’t trash me: it’s trashiness that brought me to you.
Well, you shouldn’t despise me because I love what no-one else will. Don’t trash me: it’s trashiness that brought me to you.